She was a flame, a burn, a knife, a killer. It made her smile. The flames danced in her body, guiding her every move, making her hunger turn to desiccated thirst. Blood dripped from her finger tips as his eyes filled with fear. Love vs. Lust. RobStar. OS.

It
filled her like nothing she had ever experienced. She could feel the
intense fire burn through her veins, her head pumping with
adrenaline. She could hear the gruesome screams, and a smile slinked
along her face. Then, there was him. Love coursed through her like
the suns filtering warmth, her mind floating high in the clouds.
Nothing could stop her now, because it was all she wanted.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The
screams pierced her ears, cutting deep into her mind like a disease,
searing into her vision. It only made her heart race faster, her feet
push harder, and her hands rip further. In her mind, she could see
people bleeding, their faces filled with hate and sorrow. She could
see four figures, moving faster in the distance. Their attack seemed
to be aimed towards her, all of the weapons, bolts, forces, and hits
always a step behind her. She could feel herself dancing, jumping
around gracefully in the wind, only her instincts to guide her. They
were blind, completely blind. The only person they saw was a
disturbed girl, violently killing innocent people. But when he saw
her, he could see far behind her mask. He could see her flowing
crimson hair, her piercing emerald eyes, all of the innocence that
had vanished from her face, and all of the desire that coursed
through her veins . She was no longer the naïve girl they had
all adored. She was a flame, a burn, a knife, a killer. It made her
smile.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The
soft kiss still lingered on her lips, and her mind hungered for more.
He was gentle, almost reserved, in the way he handled her. His arms
made their way around her waste, guiding her naïve actions. But
gentle wasn't enough for her. She deepened it all. She pulled him
closer, as close as she could get, and it still didn't seem like
enough for her. Her tongue traced along his lips, prying them open
and searching hungrily. The love between them lit sparks, lighting a
fire that burned with an intense passion. The flames danced in her
body, guiding her every move, making her hunger turn to desiccated
thirst.

Some
people think that love and lust cannot exist together, live in one
person, and hunger for one body. But there were two people, not one.
They both hungered after one body, one man, each of them ravenous
from the avid desire. Love and lust, those were the two people. They
were both starved for different things, acting in different ways to
get what they wanted.

Love
was caring, fruitful. All she desired was someone to hold her, to
kiss her gently, to make her feel loved, too. She did not hunger for
anything; she was only starved of light. To feel welcome, cared for,
and longed afterwas
all she desired. Innocence, you might say. Love is blind…

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Lust
was like a fire, burning and aching inside. It hungered for passion,
a reaction. To see the craze in the others eyes, to see the longing
desire burn with venom and passion. The hunger was like a hole,
electricity would fill that hole, and the hunger would die into
craving. But when the fervent moment was over, the electricity would
die, and the hole was ravenous for the craze once more. An obsession,
a voracious obsession. Lust was not blind, it knew what it wanted…

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

His
kiss would turn greedy…

She
would surrender to the flames, the passion…

But
it would soon be over, the fire would burn out. The greed in her eyes
would return, and she would do anything to light the flames again.
She would ask for more, but he would only smile and leave. He thought
she was innocent. He
thought she
was naïve. He thought
she only liked the
feeling, like it was just simple candy to her. But she was
greedy, ready to do
anything to cure her hunger. She was
smart; she knew exactly
what she had to do to show him what she wanted. It was
not a simple candy. It
was a drug that coursed her veins, taking over her mind, controlling
her body. It was a fire that would never stop burning, a flame that
could not be cured, only starved.

Her
dance continued. Blood covered the streets, headlines would read of
only the ravenous killings.

She
fed her hunger.

He
would watch the dancing flame.

His
eyes would turn in fear, wondering why the innocence had turned to
this. She was capable of killing people, of murder. She was doing it,
all because of him. When
he would question her with his eyes, staring in awe as more blood
dripped from her hands, she would smile. Her face was seductive,
sensual, hypnotizing. Lust coursed through him, he was suddenly avid
with greed. Knowing what she could do pulled him under a deep ocean,
his senses filled with a hunger that he was not capable of feeding.
It was twisted, wrong, yet so incredibly right.

Her
dark figure stood straight, her character hidden…

Her
seductive smile turned at the corners…

Her
hand pulled away her mask, her piercing emerald eyes filled with an
unmistakable inferno…

Her
crimson hair fell to her waste, flames dancing around her body…

Her
short leather skirt, high black boots, and half jacket revealed the
body of a goddess.

The
three titans gasped, cries of pain filling the air. Nothing made
sense to them. Why would her innocence turn to murder?

But
he stood there, watching as the wild flame approached him. She was
suddenly in front of him, her face inches from his. Her eyes were
filled with the same flame that danced through him. Pure. Greedy.
Lust.

Her
lips licked his, making his skin burn. It was a mocking touch, like
she was taunting him with the blood that lay on her finger tips. Yet
she was hungry, a hunger that was far greater than his could ever
dream of. The kiss made his throat swell, desire coursed through his
body, taking over his every action. Everything was nothing now. All
that mattered was the flames that danced through him, through her.

She
was his.

She
was dead.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Ok,
definitely different from my usual up-beat stories. But I wanted to
try my shot at horror, see how I did. So, in the end, lust won over
love. I know its pure love between Robin and Starfire, but I just
changed it for this story.

I
KNOW that everyone in this story was completely out of character, and
that Starfire would never in a billion years do that! It falls under
no category of the teen titans except for the characters names, and
nothing else. So don't flame me saying that Star would never do
that, because I KNOW.

Here,
let me give you a little summary of your confusion:

Starfire
is caught between the love Robin gives her and the lust she feels for
him.

When
love is the dominant emotion, she is the innocent Starfire we all
know.

When
lust takes over, she will do absolutely anything to get Robin to fill
her hunger.

Robin
is just her friend when she is innocent and naive, but when she is
evil and cunning, his attention is on her.

So,
Starfire goes throughout the city committing gruesome murders just to
get Robin's attention. It works.

Lust
completely takes over. And if you read carefully, you would have
noticed that when love is dominant, the font is normal. But when lust
is dominant, it's in italics.

At
the end when it said:

She
was his.

She
was dead.

That
means that lust completely took over her mind, and love was no longer
of importance.

Hope
that cleared it up! I know it's completely OOC.

-Alien

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